Molly
We have one minute left.
I pull on my old sneakers and sling my teeny bag over my shoulders. I never really owned much anyway.
I look at Killian from across the room. His eyes beg me not to go.
But I can't stay.
They'll hurt us if I stay.
Someone, if a person at all, knocks at the door and I move to answer it, but my brother stands up abruptly and flings it open. Stepping aside to reveal the men who have come to break our lives.
They do not speak. I have to crane my neck to see over Killian, but I manage to catch a glimpse of them. One is very tall, his shoulders are square and broad. The name tag on his crisp suit reads "Daryl."
What the heck kind of name is that?
Well okay then. Daryl is a very strict looking man. I can't see his eyes because he is wearing dark sunglasses, but I can feel them carving holes in me.
The other is a more stout man, but he is menacing just the same.
In fact he has the larger gun.
I don't quite catch the short one's name before he speaks.
"Molly." His deep voice threatens. "Are you ready to go?"
"Molly will not be going with you." A familiar voice says with finality.
Killian steps into the middle of the room. What is he doing?! We don't know what they will do to us what they will do to me what they'd will do to him.
It's Daryl's turn to speak now. "That is not for you to decide." His voice is deeper than shorty's. "Move away from the selected. Please."
Killian does not move.
"Killian please," I squeak. "Please don't do anything stupid--"
"Miss this is not in your control." The short man says curtly to me.
Something snaps in Killian, and he moves toward the two men. "Stay away from her." He shouts.
The men say nothing. They simply retrieve their guns from their coats, and gesture for Killian to move aside.
Killian does not move aside.
Instead he pulls something from his sweatshirt as well. A gun I think. But where did he get a gun from? How could he keep this from me?
He looks over just to catch the fear in my eyes. I am afraid of him, and he knows it.
He hesitates.
So they shoot him.
I can not think straight. My legs are liquid eyes are ice heart not beating.
Killian what have you done.
He falls to the floor in slow motion. Laying there on the freezing cracked tiles. The blue draining from his eyes. The blood blossoming around him in thick petals fallen off a dead flower.
There is so much blood.
I fall to my knees at his side but as I do so, two sturdy hands clasp around my arms and I am dragged back to my feet.
"Time's up."
I scream.
A/n again: yeah so I don't really know how to explain this one XP. Okay so again sorry this is so bad I don't have time to edit these as much as I'd like to. Hopefully we'll be meeting some new characters soon so let me know if you have any ideas for names.
